This rose. By;Courtney Bates.
He was drawn to final deception
A man admired for the depth of his perception
such as a conceiving breath
dropped about the sudden death
torn voices of compassion
leaving ones final ration
taking caskets to be engraved
to ones life that cant be saved.
Sitting by a grave stone with a fresh rose held in my hand tight.
Feeling such emptiness, my emotions rise to the fading light.
A single ounce of compassion couldn't be spared by what I’m feeling.
An Emptiness lies deep in my heart; there is no understanding for what I am dealing.
It’s as if my heart has sank deep into my chest and has altered its beat,
Like the moist soul in which I stand has circled and taken my feet.
It is I, that feels the unworthy appeal of a death covered stone,
Fresh dirt covering a cold body that was once warm, alive, and toned.
The only thing I hold in my hands is this rose; it is the symbol of my love,
This rose I hold reflects the love I held for a man, that I will never stop thinking of.
He was once here with me, but left without expecting a final draw.
The rose that I now hold in my hands, is my temperance to the lords call.
The rose that I hold in my cold hands, signifies my love and I will embed it in my heart.
I will place it there ever so delicately to ensure it does not fall apart.
I feel like there's nothing here, not a single embrace of fresh air,
It’s only reality giving me my final steps, drawing me closer to what I do not dare.
As I close my eyes and I see us in the hot summer sun without worries,
in my mind these are only a precious memory coming in great flurries.
Nothing can be un-done, no do-over’s, no re-counts.
This loss has set boundaries, I cannot feel my soul, and there are doubts.
My love tells me to move on, let go, but without his guidance it is so hard.
He was my savior, my passion play, and without him i have become scarred.
It’s hard for me to see what we had, but i feel it and i want to hold on.
Our love and our compassion for each other mad us feel so at home.
I know you are a star in the sky within the night and a restless angel when I sleep,
You cover me in snowflakes in the winter to protect me from fears so deep.
You are the last fall leaf falling away; you are now the summer sun,
Your the light in my eyes and my heart pounds for you like a beating drum.
I sit here by stone that marks your final resting place, a marker is all
I know that your soul rides on waiting for its next lord’s beckoned call.
Know that you are the happiness in my own soul, you are my everyday thought
You will never perish, never be forgotten, you are the love for which I have fought.
I will look back into the empty days to come and the skies covered in desperate gray,
I will look into, now what is in the future, and see you in my daydreaming day.
I grasp this rose and bow my head onto this cold grey stone that bares your name,
Knowing that my life will never ever be the same.
